"Mom, what the h.ell is this?" I yell out from where I'm standing in my room. In front of me is a suitcase, a packed suitcase, and the stuff inside of it belongs to me. I go out to buy some cigarettes and I come back to this?! My mother walks into my room with a towel in her hand, probably drying them after doing the dishes or something.

"It's a suitcase," she simply says. Oh, wow, I did not see that! Thank you, mom!

"I know it's a suitcase, but why is it here? And even more important, why is it packed?" I ask with furrowed brows. Did she just randomly pack my suitcase to have a good time? I don't think so.

"Well, it's because you're going on a small trip," she says without looking at me. I can already tell that I'm not just 'going on a small trip'. No, this is bigger than that.

"Where?" I ask. I look back at the black suitcase and cross my arms over my chest.

"To your Aunt Carol," she says. Aunt Carol? Doesn't she live in Norland or something?

"She lives in Norway, but you already know that," mom says as if she just read my mind. Okay, that was somewhat scary.

"And why am I going there?" I ask, clearly confused.

"Because I think you need to get away from Sydney for a while," she replies. I can tell that she has already thought through exactly what she's going to say to me, and that means that she has planned this for a long time. The thought of it makes me frown even harder as I feel anger rising up inside of me.

"Why would I need to get away from Sydney?" I ask a bit louder than intended. I don't want to get mad, and I don't want to raise my voice at my own mother, but I can't seem to control it lately. I think she's gotten used to it by now. Or not. Do you ever get used to your own kid being a d.ick to you most of the time? Maybe I'll have to ask my mom someday.

"Because you're not making any progress here Calum, so maybe it'll be good for you to get away and just try living again," she says with a small, sad sigh. I ball my fists at my sides and look at her. She looks so drained. Her hair is in a messy ponytail, her clothes are baggy and old, and she looks older than she did five months ago. She had aged because of all the stress I have caused her. I know that I'm taking up all of her energy, and a big part of me feels really bad about it, but a big part of me is also a selfish bastard, so I'm very torn.

"Are you trying to say that I'm not living now?" I ask almost bitterly.

"There's a difference between living and existing Calum. Remember that," she says calmly. I look back at the suitcase once again and clench my jaw. What does she know anyway?

"Your plane leaves in about ten hours, so get some rest," she says, and with that she walks out of the room, leaving me alone with the stupid suitcase and all of the thoughts flying around in my head, trying their hardest to make me go crazy. Still there's one thought that dominates over all the other thoughts, and that is: I'm leaving Sydney for God knows how long in only ten hours...

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First of all I'd like to inform you that this is not a story about the love between a girlfriend and a boyfriend, but rather one about the love between two best friends, about the love between a boy and his instrument, and about the love that can be created between strangers, but it's not only about love. It's about the way to recovery, about finding yourself and learning how to live again. If you're here to read a sappy love story about a cute couple that heal each other's wounds, you've come to the wrong place. I dearly apologize, and I hope you find what you are looking for somewhere else. If this does sound appealing, however, then you're more than welcome to stay.

Second, this used to be my first chapter, but I decided I wanted to delete it, so I changed it into this info chapter, and that's why it has a lot of comments and stuff. I was about to delete it completely, but I thought, "hey, let's use it instead." Then I decided to add a prologue, so it's not a prologue too.

While you're here, check out the amazing trailer by @jilguera

Oh and I should probably say that this story will contain some touchy subjects and swearing, so read at your own risk. There won't be any self-harm or anything like that, though.

Okay, that's really it, so yeah... Thanks again for clicking on my story and I hope you enjoy it <3